It had to be the Golden Age of Parenting when I grew up. I swear. My mom did so many things that are absolutely normal when I was a kid... but they're "crazy" today.
1. Be home by dinner. I'm thinking I was six or seven when I was turned loose on the world at large. Bye. Get out of the house. It's a nice day. Be home by dinner. See ya.
Nope. There were no cell phones. I could have wandered off ANYWHERE. She trusted me to have some sense, go play with the neighbours (maybe save her some money and eat their food) and find something to do on my own. Most of the time this worked out fine.
2. Lick the batter when I make cake. Did I mention this was the Golden Age of Parenting? So jealous that I can't do this with my kids. I have to be all pickety about cleanliness and stuff. Oh yeah! I think the dog licked my face more than a few times when I was growing up. I lived just fine. If I ever had salmonella, it was just one of those things I was expected to "get over." Like chicken pox and the flu.
3. Go to School. Yep. I was expected to go every. time. school was open. I loved and hated it all at the same time. It was especially nice to go to school in the winter as my parents listened to Jimmy Carter and saved energy at home. It was like 50 degrees at home! When I think back to "Things that Made me a Republican," I think that was one of those beginning moments. School was a place that was warm.
You can disagree with me if you like, but school is NOT the same as it was when I was a kid. Sure, they're working a bit to make kids not bully one another, but that doesn't mean it's a more friendly place.
When I was a kid? We had art. We had music. We had lots of recess. We had field trips. We put on plays. We had assemblies that were not "sell this crap door-to-door" or "do well on your MAP test" related. We memorized poems that mentioned God and even Scriptures in public school. I never felt preached at. These were simply great pieces of literature. (We sang Chanukkah songs, too.)
4. No Helmets. Metal Roller Skates. Cage Fighting. Ok, no cage fighting. But we had baby aspirin, which I hear now is just as dangerous for little kids. My mom would break the asprin up into bitty powdery pieces and mix it up into ice cream. I had to eat the whole bowl. :)